We had the usual array of costumes--graspy little skeletons and punk cats.
These ninjas and yodeling princess (who assured me that she wasn't a princess, but a ninja in disguise) had to get in character for their picture. I decided that the red-eyes should definitely be left in this one.
A teeny gnome, somehow escaped from the garden, was running around with a pacifier in her baby mouth.
I wasn't sure if this child was supposed to be a leopard...or a stuffed quail. Her metaphors were mixed, but her pony tails really cute.
The angry rooster doesn't seem to mind his boa feathers or the elaborate comb head dress. What really amazed me were the yellow chicken feet dangling from his mother's arms.
and a determined nuclear super man
Matching bandanas; beards the same size.
And old men telling stories as they supervise.